{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Come In. Stories from a Keeper, Told by Avery Lane Maxwell","title":"The People Who Take Me In.","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":1818,"description":"The last Sunday Room from Frisco, and the first one spent entirely on Avery's side of the family.\nWhen his aunt Pam made pancakes, he sat on the counter, right next to the stove. Pam turned seventy this week; the book he wrote about making room for people is out in the world. So this Sunday goes back to where the idea came from: the two elevations a boy learns a family from, up on the counter with Pam and down on the shag carpet at Christmas on Maley Road, where his great grandfather kept everyone company from his side of the room. His grandmothers, who take him in, in the present tense. A hard year with people he loved at work, told in the same voice as everything else, with the sentence he wishes he had had then. The Thursday a woman named Ms. Betty put a card in his hand across a bar in Yellowstone, and the whole second life that came out of calling the number. An old friend's face after nine and a half years. And a cobbler that is his own: stewed apples, a brown butter oat top, a corner piece served first to Pam.\nThe Sunday question: somebody made room for you once. Tell one small story about that person this week to someone who will never get to meet them. If they are still around, tell them what it was like on your side of the door. Write to avery@averylanemaxwell.com and say how you would like it held. Nothing becomes part of Galena House without permission.\nFrom the kitchen: the corner of the cobbler. Stewed apples on low with butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, a pinch of salt, lemon peel and a splash of cider, twenty minutes covered, five uncovered, finished with butter and vanilla. The top: three quarters of a cup of rolled oats, half a cup each of flour and brown sugar, half a teaspoon of cinnamon, a quarter teaspoon of salt, six tablespoons of browned butter. Clumped over the fruit, baked at 375 for twenty five to thirty five minutes, until it bubbles at the edges. Sit down for your share.\nCome In. It's Already Warm., the keeper's book, is out on...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/p--smUr1lG1L7EmxjCSGIYjRvrA8GngN-rizcksfNZY/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9iNzM3/Y2Y2NDRmNGE4NDI3/N2MyZThjYTNjZWQ5/NmJjNi5qcGc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}